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The coach convinced the team's supporters that Morgan Bahuri is the only striker that could help the football team to victory. Coach stated; "Bahuri can score a goal from the centre half, he uses both leg and he's very swift like El Nino, the ocean's natural phenomenon. He's simply unstoppable." The spectators paid extra gate fees just because they wanted to see Bahuri demolish his opponent. "Bahuri is the surest and a saviour." The supporters assured themselves. It's show time, Bahuri with his teammates entered the field of play gallantly like a mosquito that is attracted by Carbondioxide gas. And then the match began. The opponent appeared to have a solid defense, but with Bahuri, everybody expected humiliation. Few minutes into the play, Bahuri complained to the Referee that the opponent's defenders' muscles were rock solid. So the referee ordered that they should be substituted with measly defenders. Impossibility is nothing...

Humans of Lagos "I was molested by my mom's housemaid before I clocked 10. She enjoyed it but I was indifferent. However, this incident aroused my libido even before I reached the semen producing age known as puberty. And at the age of 14, I was again molested by my big sister's friend. On that day, she tenderly unruffled my hair, rolled her finger from my eyelids to my soft lips. She whispered sexiness in my ear. Sweet dirty words that gave me a hard-on. And then asked me to lie beside her on the bed. I did. I became restless; I pulled her flowing red gown up to her waist, then I exposed her thighs and lay the gown aside. I rolled her sparkling white pant down on to the mattress. She parted her hips to give me access into her... I entered her missionary style, and felt her wet lips on mine. she kissed me passionately. Thrusting and moving furiously in unison, she vibrated and moaned and I shook with so much charged energy. I stroked her tits, slapped her buttocks a...

Humans of Lagos "So as a celebrity, how are you coping with your loyal fans?" "The truth is that I'm my own fan. I am my star and we all are celebrities. I am hardly moved by people flocking after just because they consider me a celebrity. Let me give you this instance; before I started singing, when I was just a Graphic Designer, I followed my musician friend to a television show. I wasn't reckoned with then, none of the TV crew members deemed it fit to take a picture with me, I was neglected. But few weeks ago, I visited the same station now as a celebrated singer, the same people who relegated me were struggling to take pictures with me. I will never get carried away, I'll remain truthful to myself. © FERT, 2016

VANITY? My father was the late rich business tycoon of the Cocoa industry, he had many mansions throughout the world with beautiful wives chosen from different ethnicity and then blessed with plenteous children. As a caring father, he gave all his children the best education money could get and opportunities to explore our worlds. We are forever grateful and proud of him. He was a true Nationalist and a devouted philanthropist. When he died, the world momentarily stopped to honour the opulent man. We buried him in a golden casket, and decorated his graveyard with diamond and gold, right in his hometown. All in remembrance of a righteous business man. Years rolled by, the economy of the country forced many of my siblings to travel out of the country; yes I left the country as well but came back and was gainfully employed into politics. I am a NIGERIAN POLITICIAN by profession, career and calling; what a far more rewarding job to get employed into. The last time I visited m...